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hue so singularly and humanely beautiful as 

 this inwrought sunshine. The great artists 

 knew this tint, Titian, Rubens, and Millet. 

 They saw it on the faces of their peasant wom- 

 en who gathered fruit or sold it in the markets 

 or weeded in the fields. Nothing in nature 

 ever puts on such color; nothing in sky, either 

 at dawn or midday or sunset. No flower-color 

 is comparable to it, or any gem. It is purely 

 human, and only found in the human face 

 which has absorbed all the sunshine of years 

 and transmitted it into beautiful life. Wealth 

 and culture cannot buy it, and they who possess 

 it walk as the immortals on earth. O the eter- 

 nal mystery of Beauty I 



